There are few things worse than coming home after college and sitting on your couch in a comatose state, perplexed as to why you have not immediately found a half-way decent job straight out of college wondering where you went wrong. What secret door you didn’t go through.
I mean what was the point of college then?
What is the translatable value of this debt…
Then you look over and see that barely concealed look of terror in the eyes of your parent or guardian as you sit slack jaw on the couch, contemplating your vast yet invisible options.
They too are trying to run the numbers
pinpoint the exact time and date when
you must have gone wrong because
they just dropped hundreds of thousands of dollars
in PLUS loans
for you to go to college.
You languidly turn off the telly and grab your stuff. A spare dog leash, doggy bags and dog treats (just in case), and a water bottle if it’s hot out. If anything, your long road to and through college has taught you to be prepared.
Walking dogs
to pay grocery bills.
